Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rewind, artist - Nas. Date of issue: 17.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rewind |
| Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done |
| Pull up a chair hon’and put it in the air son |
| Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen |
| I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending |
| The bullet goes back in the gun |
| The bullet hole’s closin this chest of a nigga |
| Now he back to square one |
| Screamin, Shoot don’t please |
| I put my fifth back on my hip |
| It’s like a VCR rewindin a hit |
| He put his hands back on his bitch |
| My caravan doors open up I jumped back in the van and closed it shut |
| Goin reverse, slowly prepared |
| My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, Go he there |
| Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach |
| The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth |
| Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar |
| The blunt turns back into a cigar |
| We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans |
| Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC |
| I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first |
| Back upstairs, took off the black shirt |
| I’m in the crib with the phone to my ear |
| Listen up so y’all can figure out the poem real clear |
| The voice on the phone was like, Outside right we So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat |
| Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya |
| 'Cause Jungle said, Block your on enemies the |
| Hung up the phone, then the phone rang |
| I’m laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing |
| Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug |
| She fell to my bed and gave me a hug |
| I told her, No hell |
| She talkin 'bout, Me kiss |
| Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick |
| Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit |
| Then got up and put her bra back on her tits |
| Got fully dressed and told me, Stressed really I’m |
| Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind |
| Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice |
| I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice |
| The clock went back from three, to two, to one |
| And that’s about the time the story begun |
| That’s when I first heard the voicemail on the cell |
| It said, Son we found that nigga we gotta kill |
| Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me? |
| Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man |
| I found him, right now, I see him right now! |
| Let’s kill him) |
| Yo, this Nas, leave it. |
| Peace |